Gabriella, her brown eyes half-closed, looked at me from under her long eyelashes. "Here, let me," I said. I stood behind the fan, directed it at her,...and turned it on at a moderate setting. I was testing a theory. I had decided that FUCK must work by causing me to give off some special scent, not noticeable at any conscious level but irresistible in its effect on its chosen victim. I still had no idea how such a scent could affect only some people and leave others untouched, but I wanted to. He caught part of it. "...fought it every time. Maybe she's ready now. We're gonna try, anyway." The handler again. Grabbing the cloth curtain with his teeth, he tugged until the cheap metal rod popped free. Even with his slightly distorted vision, he could easily make out three humans. Doc and the handler, and a shaggy-haired young man with a very familiar face. Eric hadn't seen it in two months, but it belonged to him! Stunned, he watched as the handler went over to the van and came back with. He’d have to go to the Feminist Party for funding, they’d be ruined! Where was she? The concept of where had little meaning in the spaces surrounding Hypatia. She gazed out in terror as she floated through some sort of nothingness…a space between spaces. Flickers of vision swarmed around her, almost as if she was watching dozens of movies at once. Behind her, the gap in her universe winked out, leaving a featureless gray indistinguishable from the rest of the nothing she saw. Can my existence. " Did you do something stupid again?" No!" I rolled my eyes and shot daggers at Brooke. But then I thought of giving Dawn up. That WAS pretty stupid, wasn't it? "Well ... I mean, no, I didn't cheat or go behind her back or do anything like that. But..." I took a deep breath. "I let her go. She was miserable without me and craving some attention. We both have been. Spending this much time apart has been really hard." Oh," Brooke said quietly and digested that."So we decided to take a break for.
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